Do not go gentle into the cave of billions

Do not go gentle into that cave of billions,

honest people should burn and rave

about “labor is honor” every pay day, and

rage, rage against the dying of the conscience.

Good people, pinned against the wall,

know glitters are strong and blinding

for their honest words had forked no lightning,

and yet honorably, they again and again

do not go gentle into that cave of billions.

Good people, some of them wave by,

crying how the cave’s full of glitters,

their frail resistance even rewarded them

with luxury cars with premium umbrellas.

rage, rage against the dying of their conscience.

Corrupt people, who were caught and now try hard

to declare that their cave is dull and empty,

learn, albeit too late, they deserve to grieve

on their way to the pinnacle of shame. Told you:

do not go gentle into that cave of billions.

Nepo babies, living like barbie dolls & movie stars,

they’re such a blinding sight, shimmering stars

forget that their light is stolen from our sun,

for one, their OOTD are paid for by our income taxes.

rage, rage against the dying of their conscience.

And you, nepo parents, uneasy on the spotlight of shame,

curse, bless us now with your fierce tears,

but let me tell you, I told you so:

do not go gentle into that cave of billions.

rage, rage against the dying of your conscience.

*Inspired by Dylan Thomas’ Do not go gentle into that good night

Foot and Fire